august 9, 2002.
listening to Leadbelly
me: The Blues is such a boy thing.
boy: No it's not!
me: Oh, come on! All of the songs are about regretting the fact that some good woman isn't giving the singer head while simultaniously making him a sandwich.
boy: Damn, woman. That's my blues. Ow!
me: You better be careful; I can kick pretty high in this skirt.
boy: Obviously.
rev robyn: Do you think that wherever you are next year, the minister and secretary are going to call and wish you a Happy Birthday?
me: Good point. [Boy]! Call Peter; tell him we're not moving and we want our deposit back.
4 years ago today: "I only get to make fun of these people one night of the year."